Poet's Mirage

Have you ever been hit by a strong feeling? It feels like you've just been loaded with an array of possibilities. You feel like you're bursting with zillion of words; your poetry meter is blinking red, meaning your brain is straining at the seams. You just think, 'i wish!', 'I wish i could lay hold on paper and pen!' It's as if you're going to write and write until your fingers drop off, and your pen runs dry. You get inspirations, as a smattering of words. The sayings come in trickles and you become restless. And then, whoa! you find a pen, and grab the nearest piece of paper; not minding if it's a checkbook, recipe or yesterday's bills. ..... suddenly, it stops! It's like a dam that just stopped pumping water; like the silence before creation. You could hear a mental pin drop: you gnash your teeth in frustration 'I wish!' you cry, 'I wish I got hold of pen and paper sooner!' until you realize, belatedly, that you couldn't have written anything more down. It's the poetic fairy come to play tricks on you. You look down at the paper and all you see are scraps of words just here and there: a jumble of words that doesn't really make sense together. You stare at it, hoping that they would kind of trigger some poetic mechanism deep inside of you. You feel like there's something missing, some vital key; but still, nothing comes. At the end of it all, you close the book and return pen and paper to their places. You sigh in exasperation. It's the Poet's Mirage!